Life Is For Living
Chapter 1
Summary: Some people wait their whole lives to find their soul mates and some people believe they don't even exist. Brittany and Santana are going to find out just how strong the power of love can be and just how real soul mates are.
A/N: Alright... I know, I know.. I'm terrible at updating lately and the last thing I need is a new story. But I've had this on my mind for months now and I couldn't hold off writing and posting the first chapter for it. Hopefully you guys will enjoy this one because I'm excited for it!
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Santana walks in the back door of the restaurant and bar, Guilty Pleasures. She's carrying her surf board in her arms and dripping water, getting the floor all wet. "Santana!" She hears, Rachel's voice screech. Santana rolls her eyes and sets her surf board up against a wall. She walks over to a cabinet pulling a towel out and starts drying herself off in the middle of the kitchen.
"Good evening Rachel," Santana greets with her fake overly chipper voice. "How are you?" She asks as she continue's drying her body. She flips her head over slinging water everywhere, and starts drying her hair with the towel.
"Santana! How many times have I told you not to bring your surf board in here!" Rachel scolds. She folds her arms over her chest and taps her foot impatiently against the ground. "It's unsanitary."
Santana rolls her eyes and throws her towel in the hamper. "It's over there by the door. It's not touching anything." Santana says with a huff. "I didn't have time to go back home. If I did, I would have been late." She explains as she maneuvers around the kitchen. "Besides, I own this place, you can't tell me what to do." She says before walking into her office. She closes the door behind her before Rachel can get another word in.
Rachel's brows furrow and she clenches her jaw, "I own this place too!" She screams through the door.
"What is with all the yelling?" Quinn asks, walking back into the kitchen. She sees Rachel fuming, staring at the closed office door. Even though she hasn't seen her, she knows Santana has to be in there. She is the only person who can truly get arise out of Rachel.
Rachel turns to Quinn, "Santana!" She says pointing her finger at the door. "She brought her board in here again and she came in soaking wet, slinging water all over the place." Rachel huffs.
Before Quinn can respond, Santana reemerges from the office in a normal pair of clothes. "Calm down." She says, rolling her eyes. She walks over to her surf board and grabs it, carrying into the office. "There. Problem solved." She says with a shrug. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have work to do." Santana says, breezing past the two of them. She walks out of the kitchen, leaving the small brunette still fuming.
Quinn smirks but tries to hide it when Rachel turns to look at her. "Rachel, you know she just does these things to get you all worked up." Quinn explains. "If you'd just ignore her, she'll stop."
Rachel sighs and her shoulders drop. "I can't help it." She admits with a frown. "She's just so…" She trails off, not knowing the words. "She's so…ugh!" She finally finishes with a loud groan. Quinn just smirks once again.
"Look, I know she's hard to work with sometimes, but we need her." Quinn tells her honestly. "She's a good bartender and you have to admit, she's had a lot of good idea's for this place. We wouldn't have been able to open it up without her." Quinn explains. "Besides, she can be a good friend. She just doesn't respond well to yelling." Quinn tells the girl. "And you do a lot of that."
Rachel rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything. Quinn is right. She loves Santana to death, but the Latina can be a handful. She knows exactly what buttons to push to get to her and unlike Quinn, Rachel hasn't learned to not take the bait. She knows exactly what to say to where Rachel can't not say anything in response.
"I should get back out there." Quinn says, before, walking back out of the kitchen. She walks into the bar and sees Santana serving drinks behind the counter. There is a handful of people watching her toss the bottles around and twirl them as she pours the drinks and they all have wide smiles on their faces. For not being a people person, Santana sure does have a lot of people who like her here. She's the most popular bartender. A lot of that has to do with the fact that she makes really good drinks, she does tricks and she's not bad to look at. They guys even love her feisty attitude, which annoys Santana. They actually enjoy watching her snap at them, and just laugh it off and call her a 'feisty one'.
Quinn moves her eyes away from Santana, and looks around at the tables and booths. She sees a couple of tables that are out of drinks so she makes her way over to see if they want another round.
o0o0o
It's almost 3 a.m and they've finally gotten everyone out of the bar. Santana is cleaning up behind the bar as Quinn and another waiter, Sam are cleaning up the tables. Rachel starts walking around behind them, putting the chairs on top of the tables so she can sweep up the floor.
Once they finish up cleaning, Quinn and Sam sit down at the bar as Rachel makes her way around the bar and to the cash register to start counting the money. Santana is still behind the bar and she pulls out a glass, and starts making herself a shot.
"I'm exhausted." Quinn says, resting her head on one of her hands. She watches Santana down her first drink, before she makes another one. Quinn just shakes her head at her.
"Want one?" Santana asks with a smile. "I can make you a cosmopolitan." She suggests, knowing it's one of Quinn's favorite drinks. But Quinn declines, so Santana just shrugs and finishes off her own drink. "Sammy?" She asks turning to the boy with a sly grin. He shakes his also and she frowns. They're no fun.
A few seconds later Santana's phone starts vibrating in her pocket and she quickly pulls it out. She can't help but grin widely when she sees the name on the screen, though she quickly clears her throat and lets her face fade, when she realizes she's around people. "Tina," she answers, making the others perk up a bit. Tina is one of their best friends. She joined the army about a year ago, and she's been living in Texas for the past few months on base.
She talks to her for a few minutes, before pulling it away from her ear to address the others. "Tina has a few weeks off and wants to come stay with us." She tells them, more than asks, because she knows they aren't going to say no. Once they give her wide grins, and nod their heads she puts the phone back to her ear and tells her she can stay with them. "How many people?" She asks cautiously.
Sam snatches the phone away from Santana's hand before she can answer, and puts it up to his own ear. "Hey Tina when you coming? Are you bringing Mike?" He asks eagerly. Although he loves his roommates/best friends, he misses having another dude around. Tina met Mike during boot camp and they've been dating ever since. They got lucky enough to be put on the same base.
They talk on the phone for a few minutes, before he hangs up. He hands the phone back over to Santana with a smile. She frowns at him, for hanging up before she can speak to her again and almost debates calling the girl back.
"She's bringing Mike and a few friends." Sam informs them.
Rachel's eyes bug out, "How many friends?" She asks skeptically.
Sam shrugs, "Just three." He says as if it's not big deal. Which to him it isn't. To Rachel on the other hand it is.
Rachel's eyes seem to get even bigger at the information. "3? Where are they planning to sleep? I am not sharing my bed!" She says firmly. "Our house is not a hotel." She says disapprovingly. She loves Tina, but the last time she came to visit she brought a gang of army men with her and they got a little out of control. She doesn't want a whole group of army guys taking over their house and tearing it apart.
"It's fine, she said they're all cool sleeping on the floor." Sam tells her.
Rachel huffs, but she knows she has no say in the matter. Sam, Santana and Quinn are all for her coming and they don't seem to mind the extra guests. She mutters under her breath and bags up the money, before walking into the kitchen.
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They finally get back to their house a little before 4 o'clock. They all stop in the living room and collapse on the couches. Sam falls onto the recliner. However, Rachel makes her way into the kitchen. "I'm going to make some tea." She states, rounding the bar separating the kitchen the and living room.
"When are Tina and her friends coming?" Quinn asks, looking over at Sam.
"Tomorrow night." He answers, not bothering to open his eyes.
Santana lets out a yawn and sinks further down into the couch. She lies on her side and stretches her legs out, lying them in Quinn's lap. The blonde glares at her briefly, but places her hands on top of Santana's calves. She obviously doesn't care too much. "Why don't you go to bed." Quinn says, tapping Santana's leg.
"I'm comfy." Santana mumbles, burying her face into the couch cushion.
Rachel returns a few minutes later with a mug of tea and one for Quinn, who'd asked for some also. Rachel sits down on the love seat next to the couch Quinn and Santana are occupying.
"I wanna drink," Santana mumbles tiredly. When she is this tired, all she does is mumble. Sometimes it's even hard to tell what she is saying. Luckily, they've all pretty much learned Santana's sleepy language. She sits up lazily and reaches for Quinn's tea, but she can't quite reach it.
Quinn rolls her eyes but passes her mug to the Latina, letting her have a sip of it. Once she takes a long drink, she passes it back and lays down, snuggling back into the couch. "Do you want your own cup?" Quinn asks, running her fingertips up and down Santana's legs.
Santana just shakes her head. "I think she'd be capable of getting her own." Rachel says, rolling her eyes. Santana lifts her hand up and flips the jewish girl off.
"I can't wait for Mike to get here." Sam says, excitedly. It makes the girls chuckle. They know how hard it must be for him to live with 3 girls. "Last time he visited, we went out and he helped me get like 10 numbers." Sam says with a mischievous grin.
"I highly doubt Mercedes would approve of that," Quinn says, raising a brow at the boy. Mercedes is his girlfriend. They've been dating for almost 2 months now.
Sam's face turns a light shade of pink and he gives a guilty smile. "I know." He replies. "I just meant, we always have a good time." He adds with a shrug. "I'm not planning on getting any numbers." He adds honestly.
Santana laughs into the couch cushions, "Please, like you even could." She scoffs. "You have no game." She says, rolling over to look at him.
He frowns, and Quinn chuckles behind her hand.
"You better be glad you found someone who actually thinks being a dork is charming." Santana tells him, "Hold on to her trouty." She adds, before rolling back over.
Sam frowns, but he doesn't say anything. He knows Santana isn't truly being mean. He's learned to not be so defensive around her. He rarely ever takes anything she says to heart anymore. She talks like that to everyone. He's actually learned if she's mean to you and makes fun of you, she likes you. Sure it's confusing, but it's Santana. It's how she works.
They sit in a silence for a few minutes, Quinn and Rachel sipping on their tea. Santana starts snoring lightly into the cushions, and it brings all their attention over to her. Sam smirks and Quinn laughs quietly, even Rachel can't stop herself from chuckling.
"Santana," Quinn says quiet enough to not startle the girl, but loud enough to hopefully rouse her awake. "Santana," She says once again. She feels the girl move and she lets out a short exhale through her nose. "Santana let's go upstairs." Quinn says, patting her leg.
Santana groans and mumbles something as Quinn lifts her legs up off of her and stands up. She reaches down and flips Santana over, who groans even louder and curls up into a ball.
"Come on sleepy." Quinn says with a smile. She grabs Santana's hands and pulls her up into a sitting position. "Santana come on, get up." Quinn says a little firmer. Finally Santana lazily get up off the couch and wraps her arm around Quinn's waist. "Night guys," Quinn says to the others before guiding Santana upstairs.
o0o0o
Santana walks down the stairs into the living room in her swim suit. She spots Quinn sitting on the couch, sipping on a cup of coffee. "Morning," She greets, putting her hand on the blonde's head and messing her hair up as she walks by. Quinn grunts and slaps at Santana's hand before fixing her hair.
"I think you mean afternoon." Rachel corrects as Santana makes her way into the kitchen. Rachel is at the island making herself a sandwich. "It's almost 2." She informs the Latina.
"Whatever." Santana brushes off. "I go to bed late and wake up late. This is morning to me." She retorts. She reaches over Rachel and grabs a pickle off the sandwich she is currently making and pops it into her mouth.
Rachel clenches her jaw and pauses to breath in deeply, calming herself. She clears her throat and grabs another pickle out of the jar. She's trying hard to not let Santana get to her, like Quinn had said. But it's difficult.
Santana raises a brow at the girl. A little impressed that she hadn't yelled at her. She opens up the fridge and grabs the big jug of Sunny Delight and unscrews the cap, then brings it to her lips, taking a long drink.
"Santana!" Rachel screeches. "Use a glass!" She yells, startling Santana.
She just about spills the Sunny Delight when she jumps slightly, but she manages not to. However, she swallows wrong and starts coughing.
Rachel rushes over and pats Santana's back until she stops coughing. "Sorry," Rachel apologizes, knowing she'd startled the Latina. She reaches up in the counter and grabs a glass, handing it to Santana, "Here." She says, holding it out until Santana takes it.
"It's not like I have a disease." Santana huffs. She places the glass down on the counter and pours herself a glass just like Rachel had wanted. "Will you make me a sandwich?" She asks, looking over at Rachel who is finishing up her own.
Rachel looks over at her with narrowed eyes. "I think you're plenty capable of doing it yourself." She tells her with a frown.
Santana pouts and looks across the bar to Quinn who is still sitting in the living room. "Quinn," She whines, bring the blonde's attention over to her. "Will you make me a sandwich?" She asks giving Quinn her best puppy dog eyes.
Quinn rolls her eyes, but gets up off the couch, making Santana smile triumphantly. She turns to Rachel and gives her an evil grin.
Rachel rolls her eyes and grabs her sandwich carrying it over to the table. "Quinn, you need to stop babying her. She can make her own sandwich." Rachel says disapprovingly as she watches Quinn maneuver around the kitchen, grabbing everything Santana likes on her sandwiches.
"I don't baby her." Quinn argues. "It's not that hard to make a sandwich. And besides, I want one too." Quinn explains with a shrug.
Santana looks over at Rachel and sticks her tongue out.
"Mature." Rachel deadpans.
Sam walks into the kitchen a few minutes later, his hair going in every direction. He yawns, his mouth opening wide and Santana's eyes grow. "Damn trouty," She grimaces. "Close that thing before we all get sucked in."
"Morning to you too Santana." He says with a smirk.
"Sam do you want a sandwich?" Quinn asks, glancing over her shoulder at the boy.
He grabs the bottle of Sunny Delight from in front of Santana and starts pouring himself a glass. "Yeah, sure." He answers Quinn with a nod. "Thanks."
"God Quinn why are you babying him?" Santana asks mockingly, throwing Rachel a look. Quinn smirks and shakes her head. She just continues making the sandwiches, deciding to not even look over at Rachel. Sam just looks confused.
Sam blinks and looks to Rachel who is ignoring Santana. He decides to just brush it off. He doesn't want to know. "Santana, you going surfing?" He asks turning back to the Latina who is now scarfing down the sandwich Quinn made her.
"Yeah," She mumbles, her mouth full of food. "You wanna come?" She asks after swallowing her mouthful.
He nods his head and takes the offered sandwich from Quinn. "Thanks," He says to her and takes a bite.
"Make sure to leave in time to come home and change and put your board away." Rachel says looking over at Santana. "Don't come to the bar still in your swim suit carrying your board again." She scolds.
Santana jumps off the counter, where she'd been sitting. She puts her plate in the sink and turns back to Rachel. "We'll see." She responds with a shrug, before walking out of the kitchen. "Hurry up and get ready Evans!" She yells as she makes her way back upstairs.
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Santana rushes out from behind the bar, headed over to the table, where Quinn is currently taking a groups order. "Quinn!" She shouts, interrupting an old man telling Quinn he wants an order of wings. "Quinn!" She shouts again when she approaches. Quinn gives the old man a polite smile and turns to Santana, giving her a an impatient look. "Tina is here!" Santana says with a bright smile, ignoring the look Quinn is giving her.
"Really?" Quinn asks, her frown turning in to a smile as she completely ignores the old man at the table's grunts of disapproval. "Are they coming by here?" She asks, glancing to the door.
"Yeah, she said they'd be here any minute." Santana responds. A few people start yelling from the bar and both girls look over in the direction. There are a few guys holding up empty glasses, giving them impatient looks. Santana just rolls her eyes and turns back to Quinn, with every intention of ignoring them.
Quinn laughs at the girls enthusiasm. "I know you're excited, but I think you should get back to the bar." she says with a smirk.
Santana groans, but does as she is told and walks over to the bar. She grabs a few new beer mugs and walks over to the tap but as she's about to start pouring, she spots Tina walk in the front door. Her grin reappears and she waves wildly at her so that he sees her.
She hears a few customers huff, but she ignores them. She couldn't care less about them and their refills right now.
Tina sees her and smiles as she heads back to the bar.
Santana makes her way around the bar and meets her for a big hug. Tina easily lifts Santana's body up, squeezing her tight making Santana giggle. "I missed you," Santana tells her sincerely.
"Missed you too kid," She replies playfully, putting her back down. She turns to the side slightly so that Santana can see her friends. "San this is Puck, and Brittany. You know Mike." She introduces, and they give little waves as their name is called. "This is Santana," She says, motioning back to the Latina next to her.
Santana smiles and opens her mouth to greet them back, but her mouth suddenly goes dry as her eyes land on the blonde known as Brittany. She swallows hard and blinks a few times, "Hi," She finally squeaks out, her eyes not leaving Brittany's. She's barely even acknowledged the others.
Mike pulls her from her trance though as she pulls her into a bone crushing hug. She smiles widely and hugs him back, "It's always nice to see you," Mike tells her sweetly. He pulls back and gives her a grin before stepping aside again.
Santana glances over at Puck and he's smirking at her. His eyes are moving up and down her body and it makes her grimace. She chooses to ignore him and look back over at Brittany who is biting down on her lip with a shy smile.
Santana opens her mouth to say something to the blonde, but her mouth goes dry once again and nothing comes out. Her brain can't even process how to speak, much less what to say if she could get her vocal chords to work.
Tina nudges her shoulder and it makes her snap out of the second trance she had on the blonde. A deep blush appears on her cheeks and she averts her eyes away from Brittany who is now looking at her with curious eyes and an amused grin.
"I need to get back to work," Santana mumbles and walks back around the bar. "Do you guys want anything?" She asks as she starts filling up the glasses from earlier. She passes them off to the men and looks back at Tina and her friends who are now sitting at the bar.
"I'll take a Bud lite," Puck says, nodding. He spins around in his chair, leaning back on the bar with his elbows as he looks around. Santana takes note in her head of his order but turns to the others, before making Pucks.
Tina orders a margarita, Mike orders a Jack and Coke, and Brittany asks for a drink menu. Santana hands her one and Brittany asks if she has any recommendations. "You like fruity drinks?" Santana asks, and the blonde nods her head with a smile. Just as Santana expected. "I gotcha covered." Santana says, taking the menu back.
Brittany tilts her head to the side, and starts to ask what she's making her, but she decides to just trust her. She's not too picky when it comes to drinks. The fruitier the better though.
"Who's that hottie over there?" Puck asks, turning back to look at Santana. He points over his shoulder and Santana follows his gaze to Quinn, and frowns.
"Quinn," Tina answers for him. Santana throws Tina a glare and Tina just shrugs and looks at Santana as if she doesn't know what she's done wrong. "She lives with Santana and them," Tina further explains.
Puck smirks and spins back around in his stool, leaning back on his elbows. His eyes follow Quinn around the bar, and he has a sly grin on his face that Santana really just wants to slap off. Who the hell is this guy? He doesn't seem like someone Tina would be friends with.
"So what do you guys plan on doing while you're here?" Santana asks curiously as she sets Puck's beer down and begins making Brittany's drink. The blonde watches her, wanting to know what she's making but she can't figure it out. But it has a lot in it and seems like it'll be good. Brittany giggles when she starts doing tricks as she makes it. It just spurs Santana on, and she shows off more than she normally does.
Tina takes a sip of her margarita. "Go to the beach, do some shopping," she says with a shrug. "Relax,"
"I'm all for relaxing." Mike agrees with a firm nod. "I just want to lay on the beach for two weeks." He says with a dreamy sigh, making Santana chuckle.
"With margaritas." Tina adds smiling at Mike, who nods his head enthusiastically.
"I want to see a dolphin," Brittany says with a wide grin. Santana looks over at her and can't help but grin at the look on Brittany's face. Her eyes are lit up like a kid in a candy store and it's adorable.
Quinn walks over a few minutes later and Puck jumps off the stool to greet her, "Noah Puckerman," He introduces, stepping in front of her, making her come to an abrupt stop. "But you can call me Puck." He adds with a smirk.
Quinn blinks and looks around him at the others. Tina rolls her eyes and shakes her head telling Quinn to just ignore him and Santana is glaring at the back of his head. "Quinn," She finally says, bringing her attention back to him. She gives him a forced smile, and walks around him to Tina and the others. "Hey T," She greets, giving Tina a hug from behind.
Tina spins around in her stool and hugs Quinn properly. "Hey Quinn, I missed you guys," She says, pulling away from the hug.
Quinn nods in agreement before turning her attention over to Mike, "Mike," She says pulling him into a hug as well. "And I don't know you," She states looking at Brittany who is still too absorbed in watching Santana mix her drink.
The other blonde jumps around at Quinn's voice and smiles apologetically for almost ignoring her. "Hi, I'm Brittany," She says, pulling a surprised Quinn into a hug.
Quinn awkwardly hugs her back and glances back at Santana who is pouting at the back of Brittany's head. It confuses Quinn, but she knows better than to call Santana out on it. Especially when Santana catches her eyes and quickly looks away. The pouting wasn't something Santana had intentionally done, and it definitely wasn't meant for anyone to see.
Santana finishes Brittany's drink and sits it down in front of her. "Tell me what you think." She says, waiting for Brittany to take a sip of her drink.
Brittany hesitantly takes a sip through the straw. Her eyes widen and she smiles widely up at Santana. "It tastes like… like a rainbow." She says excitedly. She eagerly leans down and takes another long sip of the concoction with a hum of approval making Santana giggle.
"What time do you guys close up?" Pucks asks, looking between Santana and Quinn.
Quinn walks over to the side of the bar, waiting for Santana to make her tables order of drinks. "Normally everyone is out and we're done cleaning up by 3 or a little after." She tells him, her eyes searching the clock on the wall. It's only 9:30 now.
"I wanted to go out tonight!" Puck says with a frown.
"You realize you can go out without us right?" Quinn asks raising a brow at him. They don't even know this guy. "We can meet up when we get off or something." She tells him with a shrug. "We have two weeks to go out." She reminds him. And Tina and Mike will definitely hold her to it. Last time they were in town, they made them go out just about every night they were here. She was exhausted by the time they left. But she understands that they don't have a lot of free time with what they do. And if they do get nights off they're exhausted.
"There's a great club right down the street from their place." Tina tells Puck. "We can go ahead and go if you guys want," She suggests with a shrug.
Mike nods as well as Puck and they have a race, chugging the last of their drinks. Mike wins, but to be fair he had far less than Puck did.
"What about you Pierce?" Puck asks giving her a grin. "You're not too tired are you?" He asks in a teasing tone, giving her an exaggerated pout. It looked like he was a middle school bully, making fun of some nerdy kid who was crying for their mommy.
She just rolls her eyes. "Let's go." She says simply, standing up. She grabs her wallet and pulls out her card, but Santana dismiss's it and shakes her head.
"It's on me." She tells her with a warm smile. "All of them are on us." She adds pulling her eyes away from Brittany to look at the others, who smile appreciatively.
"Thank you," Brittany replies softly, putting her card back in her wallet. She grabs her drink and sucks it dry through the straw, wishing it would magically fill itself back up. It was the best tasting drink she's ever had. Once she decides it's completely gone she sits it back down and catches Santana's eye. She's looking at her with an amused grin and it makes Brittany blush, embarrassed. "Thank you guys again for letting us stay with you." She mumbles looking at Santana and then moving her gaze over to Quinn.
"It's no problem." Quinn answers, before Santana can get the chance. The brunette simply smiles at Brittany and nods her head, backing up Quinn's statement. "We'll call you when we leave here." She adds, looking back over at Tina.
"Oh stop in the kitchen and say hi to Sam." Santana says, feeling guilty for not letting him know Mike has been here for the last 20 minutes. "I think Rachel is probably in the office if you want to go in there." Santana says, "But I won't blame you, if you don't." She adds as an afterthought, scrunching her nose. Quinn reaches over the counter and slaps her on the arm.
Tina and Mike grin and they all tell Santana and Quinn bye, before walking into the kitchen. As soon as the door opens they can hear Sam and Mike yelling each others names in that low overly macho tone of voice. Quinn and Santana just roll their eyes and smirk.
o0o0o
Quinn, Santana, Sam and Rachel all make their way down the street later that night. They'd gone home to change and called Tina, who said they were still at the club. Since it was right down the street from them, they decided to walk, especially in case they all decided to drink.
They walk inside the club and Sam texts Mike, asking where they are. But before he responds, Santana spots Brittany on the dance floor. She's dancing with Mike, and they're definitely killing it. She's never seen anyone dance that good, not at a club anyway. She felt like she was in one of those step up movies. That kind of thing never happens in a real club. But it was happening right now.
"Hey guys!" Puck says, coming up from behind them. He puts one hand on Santana's shoulder and the other on Quinn's who was standing right next to her. "Come have a shot with us!" He shouts over the music. He pushes them towards the bar, not even giving them a chance to protest. When they get there, they see Tina already sitting on a stool, facing the dance floor.
Puck orders a shot for each and passes them around to the group. He holds one out for Rachel who looks at it skeptically. She'll drink on occasion, but mostly just wine or a fancy cocktail. She's never been one to drink shots or get trashed.
"We're celebrating, come on!" Tina urges her.
Rachel huffs, but takes the shot from him, making them all grin widely. They clink their glasses together and throw back the shots simultaneously, grimacing as it goes down.
Santana seems unfazed by the shot and just chuckles watching her friends act as if they've just swallowed poison. She turns to the bar tender and orders herself a beer. She situates herself at a bar stool and turns her attention out to the dance floor. Her eyes automatically find Brittany again.
"She's super hot right?" She hears Puck's voice in her ear. Santana turns to look at him, only to realize he'd been talking to Sam who was sitting closely to them as well. Santana follows their line of site and realizes they're looking at Brittany also.
"Yeah she is," Sam replies, nodding his head. Santana rolls her eyes and wants to say something about him having a girlfriend, but really she knows he wouldn't do anything. He's just talking to Puck to be polite. Something about a bro code. "You with her?" Sam asks, leaning towards Puck so he can hear him over the music.
Puck smirks and shakes his head. "Work in progress." He says with a sly grin. "But I feel like tonight is my night." he says confidently, poking his chest out. "First night out with her away from base, having a few drinks…" he says, wiggling his brows suggestively. "But I don't know, Santana and Quinn are both pretty hot." He adds as an afterthought. "You with either of them?"
Sam just shakes his head in response, but doesn't say anything more. Santana suddenly has the urge to punch Puck. Seriously why did they bring him?
She's brought out of her thoughts when a flash of blonde hair is suddenly in her face. She shakes her head and notices Brittany squished in between her and Puck, leaning on the bar ordering a drink.
"You're a really good dancer." Santana tells her. She internally kicks herself for sounding so lame. But the way Brittany turns to her and smiles widely at her, makes that feeling disappear.
"Thanks," Brittany says shyly. She turns her attention back to the bartender when he hands her a blue drink in a tall skinny glass. She takes a sip of it and frowns, looking into it thoughtfully.
"What's wrong?" Santana asks concerned. She turns to look at the bartender, but he's already on the other side of the bar tending to some girls with their boobs hanging out of their short dresses. "Is something wrong with it?" Santana asks concerned.
Brittany just pouts and looks up at Santana. "It doesn't taste like a rainbow." She says sadly.
It makes Santana crack a grin, and she chuckles. How can someone be this adorable? Especially someone who is in her early twenties. She thinks. She really isn't sure how old Brittany is. Maybe she should have ID'd her back at the bar? Obviously she's 21 though, because she'd shown her ID to the bartender here and he served her.
"Hey guys we're talking about going to get something to eat." Tina informs Santana and Brittany. Santana looks up at her and realizes everyone else in their group is huddled around the bar. "You guys coming?"
"Yes! I'm starving!" Brittany replies dramatically. She sets her half full glass on the bar and looks at Santana expectantly.
Santana just nods her head and hops off of her stool. She finishes the last of her beer and sets her bottle back down, following her friends out.
"Where can we go get food?" Puck asks, throwing his arm around Sam as they all walk down the street. They seem to have made friends quickly. It probably also helps that Puck is definitely drunk and Sam is just too quiet to say anything or push him off.
Brittany suddenly gasps and everyone's eyes land on her. "Let's go to taco bell!" She shouts with a wide grin. She looks like she can barely contain her excitement and it makes them all chuckle at her.
"Brittany, taco bell is like 5 miles away and none of us can drive." Santana tells her with a giggle, making Brittany frown. "There is a diner around the corner that's 24/7." She informs them. It's a little run down, but the food is great. Her, Quinn, Rachel and Sam go there a lot when they get off of work, because it's so close to their house.
Brittany nods her head and giggles throwing an arm around Santana's shoulders. She's definitely past tipsy. Santana is a little caught off guard by the action, considering she barely knows this girl, but she smiles and puts her arm around Brittany's waist. Santana's kind of glad she has her arm around her actually, because she'd been stumbling around and close to falling a couple of times. Now Santana can guarantee she won't fall.
"How many drinks did you have?" Santana asks, amused.
Brittany frowns and her brows furrow. Santana can tell she's trying to remember the number of drinks she'd had. "She had the one you made her and then like two at the club." Puck answers for her. "She's a lightweight." He adds with a smirk. "I don't think she drinks very often." He adds with a chuckle. She obviously can't hold her liquor.
Santana's eyes widen at the information. She didn't think 3 drinks could do this to anyone. But at least Brittany isn't some kind of alcoholic. Not that she could really talk. She definitely drinks more than she probably should.
Brittany just giggles in response and trips over her own feet. She grabs onto Santana to keep herself steady and in turn, Santana grabs onto her with both hands. Once she regains her balance, and Santana is assured that she's good, they start walking again.
Quinn comes up to Santana's other side and slides her arm around the brunette's waist. Santana looks over at her and smiles when she sees the amused grin on Quinn's face.
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After eating they all make their way back to the house. Everyone is pretty much sobered up by this point. Brittany is still a little tipsy, but she's not stumbling over her own feet anymore.
They walk inside the house and Puck collapses on the big couch in the living room. Sam sits down in the recliner, and Mike heads outside to get their bags out of Puck's truck, that they'd drove. "Puck go help get the stuff." Tina says, slapping his head. He groans, but lazily gets off the couch and walks outside to help Mike.
Rachel walks into the living room with a handful of blankets and pillows from the hall closet. "Did you guys bring sleeping bags or anything?" She asks, dropping the things onto the couch.
"Yeah we did." Tina answers with a nod.
Quinn slides the coffee table up against the far wall and her and Santana starts lying out the blankets on the ground. "We have plenty of blankets so you guys can have a little cushion." Santana says. "The couch folds out into a bed, so I guess you guys can fight over who gets it." She says with a shrug. "But honestly it's no more comfortable than the floor." She adds as an afterthought and Quinn nods in agreement.
"True story." Tina comments nodding her head. "But me and Mike will take the couch." She says as she starts puling the cushions out to make it up.
Brittany frowns, "I have to sleep with Puck." She says with a grimace. She looks over at Tina who bites back a smile. Her and Mike are dating so they're obviously going to sleep together which leaves Brittany with Puck. "That's not fair." She says with a pout.
Santana smacks her lips together and stops lying down blankets. "We can make two separate beds on the floor. We can put you here and him like…. outside." She says with a giggle.
Brittany giggles along with the rest of them as the boys come back inside. "You know this isn't the 50's anymore. You girls could get your own bags." Puck mumbles, dropping all the bags on the floor. He throws himself back on the couch and the girls all glare at him. Except Tina and Brittany who feel slightly bad for making them carry their things inside.
"And I thought chivalry was dead." Santana deadpans.
"They're trying to put you outside Puck," Sam informs him.
Puck sits up and scoffs. "Yeah right, I call the couch." He claims. "Brittany you can sleep up here with me if you want." He says with a shrug, but his slight smirk makes Santana want to punch him again.
"That's okay." Brittany says shaking her head. He frowns at her but she ignores it. "I'm fine on the floor." She says, picking up her sleeping bag. She rolls it out next to the coffee table a few feet away from both the couch and the laid out blankets. "I'm not picky about where I sleep. I'll be fine here." She explains.
Santana picks up a couple of blankets and a pillow and takes it over to her. "Just lay on at least these." She suggests. "You'll be sleeping here for like 2 weeks, it'll get uncomfortable," she says, "And I'll feel bad if you don't." She adds, pouting slightly at Brittany.
Brittany huffs but can't help crack a grin. She takes the blankets from Santana and lies them down before putting her sleeping bag on top of them and taking the pillow. "Thank you," She says sincerely.
"No problem," Santana dismisses. "You should probably drink some water," She advises, remembering the girls drunkenness a little while ago. "Come with me," She says, motioning for Brittany to follow her into the kitchen.
She pours her a glass of water and hands it over to the blonde who is now sitting at the island. "You don't have to take care of me," Brittany says shyly.
Santana grabs a bottle of aspirin out of the cabinet and hands two to Brittany. "Believe me, I've had my share of hangovers, you don't want one." She informs the girl with a small smile.
Brittany smiles shyly and takes the pills from Santana, "Could I have one of those cookies?" Brittany asks timidly pointing to the box of oreo's behind Santana.
Santana turns her head to look at cookies in question. She picks up the package and sets them down in front of the blonde. "Have as many as you'd like." She tells her with a nod. Brittany smiles excitedly and takes one out. She opens it up and starts licking the icing out of the middle making Santana giggle. "I don't see how you can eat that. I'm still stuffed," Santana says honestly. To be honest Brittany ate twice as much as she had at the diner, and she honestly has no idea where the girl puts it all.
Brittany hums and shrugs her shoulders, "I eat a lot." She says, her face turning a light shade of pink.
"I can tell, although I wouldn't be able to tell by looking at you." She replies honestly. It makes Brittany blush even harder.
They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, Brittany devouring the package of cookies. "I'm sorry if I got too touchy tonight. I tend to get that way when I'm drunk." Brittany apologizes with an embarrassed smile. "I hope Quinn wasn't mad." She adds a little fearfully.
Santana's brows furrow, "Why would Quinn be mad?" She asks, clearly confused.
Brittany's eyes widen and she covers her mouth as she finishes chewing. "I just, I thought you guys were together." She admits hesitantly. The way they act with each other, Brittany had easily assumed they were together, but the way Santana looks right now she's clearly wrong. She just hopes Santana doesn't get angry with her for assuming that.
"We're not together." Santana says, laughing at the statement. "We're just really good friends. She's been there for me my entire life." Santana tells her with a small smile.
Brittany bites her lip and nods, her eyes moving down to the counter. She's clearly a little embarrassed by her assumption. "I'm sorry. I'm embarrassed now." Brittany admits quietly, letting out an awkward laugh.
"Don't be." Santana says, shaking her head. "I can see where you'd get it, and you aren't the first to assume it." Santana tells her. "And to be fair, we did date at one point, but it was in high school and it lasted like a month." Santana tells her with a small chuckle.
Brittany nods and grabs another Oreo out of the package. She pulls it apart and plays with it for a moment, pondering if she should ask her next question, "So you guys are gay?" She asks hesitantly. She assumes it's a safe thing to ask, considering Santana had admitted to dating the blonde. If she isn't than Brittany just hopes she won't be offended.
Santana smiles, "I am, but Quinn's not." She replies easily. "I think I was like an experimental phase for her." She says with a shrug. "She hasn't shown any interest for any girls since."
"I'm sorry." Brittany apologizes.
Santana waves her hand, dismissing it. "Don't be." She assures her. "It wouldn't have worked out anyway. We're awesome as friends, but our romantic relationship was awful." She says with a chuckle. "Except for the sex." She adds with a smirk.
Brittany's eyes widen and she blushes, her eyes moving back down to the cookie in her hand.
"Sorry that was too much information." Santana apologizes with an amused grin.
"No, it's fine." Brittany waves off, shaking her head.
Santana nods and the girls fall into another silence as Brittany continues eating the cookies. "I'm not tired at all," Santana says with a huff. She'll regret staying up all night tomorrow, but right now she couldn't go to sleep if she tried. She'll just have to sleep all day tomorrow until work.
"Me either." Brittany replies. "I slept on the plane." She informs her.
Santana bites her lip and looks over at the microwave to see what time it is. It's almost 6 a.m. "Come with me." Santana tells Brittany as she heads for the door. "You can bring those if you want." She tells the blonde, pointing to the oreo's.
Brittany smiles and shakes her head, but stands up following Santana. They make their way through the living room and see all the others are already passed out. Quinn, Rachel and Sam must have gone upstairs already without telling them.
Santana leads Brittany out the back door. They walk down the stairs of the deck and instantly Brittany's bare feet hit the sand, making her giggle and wiggle her toes around.
Santana smirks and grabs the blonde's wrist, tugging on her, urging her to keep walking. She leads her down closer to the ocean where there is a hammock set up.
Brittany squeals and lets go of Santana's hand to sit on the hammock. She carefully and gracefully falls onto it. "Are you going to sit with me?" She asks looking up at Santana who is just watching her with a smile. Santana nods and climbs up next to her, careful not to tip it over in the process. "You're so lucky. I wish I lived on the beach." Brittany admits dreamily. "It's so peaceful and beautiful." She gushes.
Santana smiles and nods. "I've only lived here for 3 years." Santana informs her. "But I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." She admits with a small shrug. "Where do you live? When you aren't on base I mean." Santana asks curiously.
"Well, I grew up in Arizona. I guess I still live there," She answers a bit unsure. "I joined the army right out of high school," She explains. "What about you, where are you from?" She returns the question.
Santana pushes off with her foot, and starts swinging them in the hammock. "I grew up in Lima Ohio," She says with a grimace. "It's like the worst place on Earth." She says bitterly. "And then I lived in New York for like a year and a half while I went to NYU, and then I transferred to UCLA." She explains.
Brittany looks impressed, "You're lucky. I've always dreamed of living in California or New York." She says with a sigh. "I wasn't smart enough to go to college." She adds, shaking her head. She lets out a small laugh, but Santana can tell it actually hurts her.
"I doubt that." Santana answers honestly. She doesn't know Brittany well enough to truly know, but Brittany just doesn't seem like she'd be as dumb as she seems to be making herself out to be. "Was going into the Army your choice?" Santana asks curiously.
Brittany seems to ponder this question for a bit, "My dad was in the Army, he's still in the Army." She states, "It was kind of his plan for me since day one, and my Mom wasn't on board until I was in high school, because she said it was my only option." She explains, making Santana frown. "We all knew I wasn't going to get into college, and honestly I didn't want to go to college." She continues. "But they didn't force me into the Army, I actually wanted to join and be like my dad. I was always so proud of him." She says with a smile.
Santana smiles and subconsciously scoots closer to the blonde. "So do you plan on being in the Army as a long term career?" Santana asks, looking up at Brittany.
"Maybe," Brittany shrugs. "I really enjoy it and I feel like I'm doing something meaningful with my life." She admits. "And I get to travel. Some places aren't very interesting, but it's still traveling." She says with a shrug. "Before the Army I'd never even been out of Phoenix."
Santana nods in agreement, "So what would you do if you weren't in the Army?" She asks.
Brittany lets out a puff of air, and shrugs. "I like to dance, so maybe try and do something with that." She answers quietly, "But it probably wouldn't work out." She adds shaking her head with a small smile.
"I want to see you dance," Santana admits, "I mean I saw you dance at the club, and you were amazing, but I'd like to see you like really dance." She explains with a smile.
Brittany chuckles and nods her head. "Okay."
They sit in silence for a few minutes enjoying the peace and quiet. It's getting lighter outside and the sun should be rising over the ocean any minute now. Santana is hardly ever awake during sun rise, but the few times she has seen it, it's been beautiful. She feels like Brittany will really enjoy it.
As if on cue, the sun starts peaking up over the horizon and Brittany gasps next to her. The sky is a mixture of orange and blue with a few glowing clouds.
Santana smiles and then feels Brittany's head on her shoulder. She glances down at the girl who still has her focus on the sky, and smiles. She raises her arm up and puts it around Brittany's shoulders and lies her head against the top of Brittany's. "It's so beautiful," Brittany says in awe.
"You're beautiful," Santana replies instantly. But then she winces, and bites her lip. "I'm sorry that was like really lame and cheesy." She says with an embarrassed chuckle.
Brittany picks her head up off of Santana's shoulder and shifts slightly in the hammock. It makes Santana look up at her fearful, that she went too far and now Brittany is uncomfortable. She doesn't even know if Brittany is into girls. However as soon as she looks up, Brittany's lips are on hers.
It surprises her briefly, but she relaxes quickly, and reciprocates, running her tongue along Brittany's bottom lip, moaning when Brittany opens her mouth and their tongues meet.
Santana pushes Brittany back gently, and climbs on top of her, straddling her as careful as possible, not wanting to tip them over. But it is a little more difficult than she'd anticipated and they both pull away from the kiss when they feel the hammock tilting too much to the side.
Santana yelps and leans to the other side, balancing them out as Brittany giggles. Once they're steady Santana sighs and looks down at the blonde she's straddling and shakes her head with a grin. "That ruined the mood." Santana says with a snort.
Brittany chuckles and pulls Santana down by the neck of her shirt and places a quick kiss to her lips. She wraps her arms around Santana's back and the brunette settles against her, resting her head on Brittany's collar bone.
"I'm getting sleepy now," Brittany mumbles against Santana's hair. "Can I just sleep out here?" She asks yawning.
Santana chuckles and sits back up. "No," She says shaking her head. "The sun is coming up and you'll get burned." She tells her making Brittany pout. "Come on," Santana urges, carefully climbing off of Brittany, and out of the hammock.
Brittany groans but grabs Santana's hand and climbs out of the hammock. She follows her into the living room.
"Do you…want to sleep in my room?" Santana asks, biting down on her lip.
Brittany's eyes look from the Latina's eyes down to her lips. She then glances at her sleeping bag and the others scattered around on the floor before looking back at Santana. "Yeah," she answers simply, before following Santana up the stairs.
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Quinn makes her way down into the kitchen and is surprised to see the fridge door open. She assumes it's Rachel because Rachel is the only one who would ever be up before her. "Morning," Quinn greets, walking around to start up the coffee machine. And when she does she gets a view of the girl at the fridge and realizes that it's not Rachel.
"Hi," Brittany greets shyly, her face turning a bit red. "I didn't know anyone was up.. I was trying to hurry," She says quietly, looking down at herself, realizing she's only a T-shirt with no bottoms. Not to mention, one of Santana's T-shirts.
Quinn doesn't miss the UCLA logo on the front of the shirt and raises a brow. Before she can say anything though, they hear footsteps and see Rachel walk into the kitchen as well. It makes Brittany blush even harder.
Rachel pauses when she sees Brittany, noticing her attire as well. She then glances over at Quinn who just smirks at her. Rachel rolls her eyes and continues into the kitchen. "Morning, Brittany," she greets with a smile, trying not to sound as awkward as she feels.
"Morning," Brittany greets her quietly. She bites her lip and looks between the two of them, before turning back to the fridge. She grabs two cups of yogurt and closes the door, planning to make her way upstairs before anyone else sees her. However, she's not lucky enough because Tina walks in next.
She sighs as the Asian girl looks her up and down, just as the other two had. But Tina doesn't say anything either. She just sits down next to Quinn at the island and grabs an apple. She just watches Brittany as she takes a bite of it.
Having enough, Brittany awkwardly starts to head towards the doorway again, but she collides with a body. She groans and then realizes that it's Santana. The brunette is wearing a tank and some sweat pants. She's also wearing glasses and Brittany thinks she looks absolutely adorable. "Hi," Brittany greets quietly with a smile.
"Morning," Santana smiles back, before her eyes land on the three figures behind Brittany. She sees them all smirking at her and Santana sighs, rolling her eyes. "For me?" Santana asks, taking one of the yogurt cups from Brittany and trying to ignore the women behind her.
Brittany nods, biting down, shyly on her lip. "I'm going to go put some more clothes on," Brittany whispers, before walking past Santana to escape upstairs.
Santana reluctantly looks over to her friends, though she's dreading being alone with them right now. However, she knows she has to face it at some point, so she drags her feet against the floor and makes her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.
"Really, Santana?" Tina is the first to break the silence.
Santana ignores her and continues making her cup. Once she's done, she spins around and leans against the counter, looking at the three women. "What?" She asks simply with a shrug.
"You just met her last night. Plus, she's staying with you for 2 weeks. Don't you think that's going to cause you some complications?" Quinn asks curiously. Santana has a habit of bringing random girls home and then never speaking to them again. Though this girl will be staying in the same house as her for at least 2 weeks. She won't be able to escape from her.
Santana rolls her eyes and shrugs. But before she can say anything else, Brittany walks back in, her face still a light shade or pink that only grows darker when 4 pair of eyes move over to her. Santana is sort of happy for Brittany walking in because she didn't' exactly know what to say to her friends. They're right because she's not sure what is going to happen between her and Brittany for the next two weeks.
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A/N: Well there is chapter one. Next chapter will have a huge plot twist already and get the actually story going. It may be a bit shocking what will happen. Hopefully you enjoy it and let me know if you want me to continue!